I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go
Walkin' with a dead man over my shoulder
Waiting for an invitation to arrive
Goin' to a party where no one's still alive
I was struck by lighting
Walkin' down the street
I was hit by something last night in my sleep
It's a dead man's party
Who could ask for more
Everybody's comin', leave your body at the door
Leave your body and soul at the door . . .
(Don't run away it's only me)
All dressed up with nowhere to go
Walkin' with a dead man
Waitin' for an invitation to arrive
With a dead man . . . Dead Man . . .
Got my best suit and my tie
Shiny silver dollar on either eye
I hear the chauffeur comin' to the door
Says there's room for maybe just one more . . .
I was struck by lighting
Walkin' down the street
I was hit by something last night in my sleep
It's a dead man's party
Who could ask for more
Everybody's comin', leave your body at the door
Leave your body and soul at the door . . .
Don't run away it's only me
Don't be afraid of what you can't see
Don't run away it's only me . . .
(Oingo Boingo- Dead Man's Party)
I prefer All Soul's Day on November 2nd to All Saint's Day on November 1st for what are probably obvious reasons. If it's not obvious, today those who have passed and have seen the light of heaven are celebrated. Tomorrow those souls who haven't quite made it there yet are. They're probably sitting around drinking beer and playing cards biding their time. Regardless, every November 1st I dance to Dead Man's Party (although this year due to my back it's more like a subdued shuffle). I'm pretty sure the Mexican celebration of Dias De Los Muertos is the coolest idea ever.
To be honest, I don't believe in "heaven" the way that They tell you to. I've always figured that everyone's heaven is what they would prefer the most. I guess if you'd like to spend eternity basking in the light of God that's your prerogative. If your idea of heaven is sitting on a lake catching fish after fish while watching the sunset, with a decided lack of biting flies, then that's good too.
When I die what I want most of all is to laugh for the rest of eternity. I'd like moments of deep belly laughs, and quiet moments of silent chuckles. I want to see pratfalls and hear sarcasm and lowbrow humor and watch cats miss the countertops and walk away with the "I meant to do that" strut. I want to occasionally reach that intensity of laughter where if you keep it up you'll start sobbing. Without the sobbing bit.
I'd like to spend that time smiling constantly. With my teeth. I stopped smiling with my teeth when my 4th grade photo came back and it looked like my teeth were the size of Texas. On Livvie's birthday this year the waiter took a picture of the two of us and when I saw it I realized my teeth were showing. At first I was horrified. Then I made the decision to do it more often.
I want to play pranks on the living. I've been a prankster my whole life, and the possibilities for afterlife shenanigans are endless. Socks, cellphones, keys, wallet condoms, oh, all will go missing. You can believe that.
What does your idea of heaven look like? How will you want to spend your time?
7 comments:
Flying.
and swimming.
over and over again.
that sounds awesome. pool or ocean? what kind of plane?
Heaven is a library in Hawaii with all the books and the prettiest beaches.
In my library in heaven Terry Pratchett's mind will still be whole and he'll still be writing hilarity for me to read. If that's what makes HIM happy.
Peace and calm, at one with the cosmos, no concern or sadness for loved ones left behind, acceptance.
Peace and calm sound pretty good. Lack of sadness sounds excellent.
generally i'm more of a reincarnation type. nature being notorious for not making more then has to be made to get things done. so lather, rinse, repeat.
but if i had to pick a heaven? no desks. ever. outside time always. and dog sledding. and hiking.
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